God Whisper’s Through Nature
All nature has grown,
Without words, without songs, without complain
In silence it’s grown happily and satisfied.
I walk at eventide on the grasses,
The wind blows wild flowers to and fro.
Captivating my insight thoughtfully,
No one gives them nuturing,
But they have grown in such exquisite beauty
They must truly have trusted God for their life.
God whispers gently through the wild flowers
I want to embrace all of them in my heart.
I must learn to become like one of them,
Trusting my life entirely to the Lord!
HBTT
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